It was there in that room
that I discovered I was wrong.
That I did not need
to search the stars for God,
to explore the highest peaks
or chart the abyssal depths
for proof.
That God,
in all of His glory,
could be found
in the honey-touched eyes
of a woman who had to be strong
for a little too long.


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